I wade in this water to find its source.

I went to the water this weekend
to the trees
to the sky
to the stars
And the wind greeted me with a gusto
that made me wonder
Who sent you
and continues to send you
without end?
Being there with it all
I remarked,
I've missed your face,
In the way one might say
when reuniting
with a sick loved one you've been hearing about
and worrying about
and wondering if they were still even
really themselves.